Chương 11: Chapter 10: The Weekend (Part 6) 18+
Not even seconds after she had basically told him to have sex with her, her dainty grey fingers wrapped around his wrist and flung him in the direction of his bed. He was a 15 year-old kid, about to fuck an eons-old literal goddess who had visually de-aged herself to look his age. And he was a nerdy-ass virgin. He was content, for now, to let her take the lead, because he didn't really know how to. She snapped her fingers again, freezing time for a moment via a spell.
Death, her "tig bitty goth girlfriend look" fucking superb, crawled on top of him after he laid back. He was at half-chub already upon her going naked. Death planted her lips on his and her soft velvety hand palmed his cock. She didn't even do that for 10 seconds before Peter's 8-inch long cock stood at attention, his inch and a half girth pulsing. Along the bottom of it, a vein ran, about the diameter of a straw.
Death herself only really knew whatever she'd watched mortals do, which meant she knew the existence of a million different fetishes. With that knowledge, and having watched every porn video ever made over the shoulder of every pervy man ever (seconds before they had a fatal stroke/aneurysm/heart attack from being so closeted and rather unhealthy), she had a relative idea of what she found hot and what she didn't. Of course, she wouldn't get most of it this time around since Peter was so new to it, and a virgin.
"Until you remember what kind of sex you used to be known for, &# - I mean, Peter, I'll take control. You just sit back, and tell me if anything clicks." She gave him a sultry smile and kissed him deeply, her tongue bullying its way passed his lips. She tasted like a bitter chocolate, or something like it. Maybe a little coffee? Regardless, he wasn't able to focus on that too much, as she wrapped her soft hands around his cock and slowly stroked him.
Sure enough, memories were slowly leaking into his mind, memories of losing his virginity at like, 14, and fucking around his school for his entire freshman year and most of his sophomore year (Until he...died?). His vague memories showed him having a dominant, almost aggressive manner about it. These memories still needed to process some, considering these memories didn't come with too many faces attached, not unless it one he was fucking senseless.
He still had to process, so he wasn't about to act on them yet. In the meantime, Death pulled her tongue out of his mouth and ran her tongue across his jaw, his neck, and his chest before she went onto her haunches, dipping her tongue to lap at the pre-cum already leaking out of his cock. He groaned at it, just as she ran a soft fingertip over his cum-vein, running her tongue in a circle around his head before she began to take him in. She had watched a lot of this, but this didn't mean she was perfect at it. Still, she was able to take 4 inches of his girthy cock down her throat in one go before she had to tap out for air. She just didn't have the technique down yet. She pulled his dick out of her throat and mouth, slobber connecting it to her mouth, and ran her tongue over his cum vein before she licked at his balls to catch her breath.
Peter's dominant past-life was slowly catching up to him, so his first steps in that direction were made when she went back down on his cock. She did just as well as last time, preparing to pull off of him when he was 5 inches deep in her throat when his hand curled into her black-as-night hair and he pushed the rest of his cock down her throat. She immediately began to make gagging noises, only for Peter to begin thrusting down her throat, a strange muscle memory fueling his hip motion. He didn't let up at all for the next 3 minutes, and he only stopped when Death looked up at him, his dick ramming down her throat, and began to convulse her throat as if to swallow him down, successfully coaxing a fat load of cum out of him. It poured down her throat like a tsunami, painting her throat and esophagus white with thick cum. He groaned and shuddered, as he pulled out of her throat when he was finished. Cum and slobber connected his cock to her mouth and throat, and she took the initiative to clean him off, able to taste his salty cum finally.
She caught her breath for a second. "Anything click, Pe-" She couldn't even finish her sentence before she was strung up by webs, hanging by her wrists from the ceiling and dangling a few feet off the floor in front of his bed. "Oh...I'll take that as a yes."
Peter stood up, a new swagger in his step as a big chunk of his past-self's dominance blended with the submissiveness that Peter would usually show. He was now a switch, with extreme dominant tendencies. He walked up to her and smirked, his hand going south to her trembling and drooling cunt. All of her black makeup was running, her pitch-black lipstick having stained his dick a bit and her mascara running in messy lines down her face. "Oh yeah, there was a click alright." His middle finger and ring finger on his right hand dipped into her and hooked, as he bit down on one of her nipples and pulled and wiggled like a dog with a chew toy. Her confident facade from before crumbled, as she loosed some rather vocal moans. He pulled his fingers out of her and pinched her clit between his knuckles, a snakebite pinch, and them lifted her legs, webbing them to the ceiling from the same spot her arms were, leaving her bent like a horseshoe.
He stroked himself just a little so he could get back to full-mast and grinned savagely at her before he began to slowly pierce into her aching twat. She may be a goddess, but this was still her first time, so this hurt a lot. He went as far into her as he possibly could without hurting her, leaving himself with an inch or two of dry-ish dick. He was fine with that, more than happy with the warm vice grip currently around his cock. "Oh fuuuuuuuck!" Death moaned out once the pain passed, her legs shaking and her eyes going cross-eyed. Peter didn't really ease into it, he just waited for her pain to pass and then went straight into jackhammering her pussy. His hands closed around her throat, holding her in place so she didn't go swinging from his thrusts. Drool hung from her lips as wordless moans spilled forth from her lips, strained by her lack of air. If he wasn't super sure that his dick would fill every inch of her cunt, he might have eaten her out beforehand, but since his dick was currently stretching her out and hitting every inch, he didn't need to. Every thrust was already hitting her g-spot.
"Who's dick do you belong to? Who do you belong to?" He continued to choke her, but with one hand, his other hand slapping her ass hard. "Who is the only person who can fuck this pussy?"
She moaned and screamed his name through her constricted airway as his words pushed her over the edge, cumming all over his cock. He grinned as she answered, pulling out of her cunt. He moved behind her and snaked his arms around her legs and up to her neck in a full nelson type situation, his cock lubed up by her cum, and penetrated right into her asshole. Her eyes popped open wide, his full 8 inches finally able to be fully inside her, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head in response to the Pound Town that followed.
By the time he finally released practically a gallon (read: "practically". That was hyperbole.) of cum into her asshole, she had made his entire floor slick with her cum and had made her throat hoarse from screaming. He brought her down from his webs, setting her on his bed, before he went to his bathroom, wet his hands at the sink, and used them to get rid of is webs. Death panted, snapping her fingers and washing herself up, save for the cum in her ass which she plugged with a conjured buttplug made of some shadowy substance, and laid down on his bed, immensely satisfied.
"Okay, that was incredible. I knew putting myself into a human body for this was worth it. I didn't totally have a choice, but whatever. I would've made the choice anyway." She rambled a bit, gently fingering herself to one more little orgasm before she laid back and sighed. "Now, for the actual reason I'm here."
Peter sat on the bed, now in black sleep shorts. "That's a good question, and I was about to ask it. You didn't come here just to fuck, you're Lady Death, there's not a lot of normal reasons to go fuck a mortal." He handed her a water bottle from his little mini fridge.
She nodded. "Correct. Tell me, have memories kicked in yet about what a spider totem is?"
Peter's entire brain buffered, as another trickle of information spilled into his brain, how Spider-Men and women, including the version he had taken over, were chosen by the giant spider deities who wove the web of life. He also became aware of the special totem called 'The Bride'. "It did now."
Lady Death nodded. "Okay good. This will make my explanation easier. Universe rules won't let me discuss your past life with you or any being, but I can now explain how I brought you here from your life to this one. Obviously, you kicked the bucket, that much is relatively obvious, yes?" Peter nodded, taking a gulp of water. "Well, when you died, I, admittedly, wanted in on what you had gotten up to. I had to make a deal with the Weavers to send your consciousness and soul with the spider that bit this universe's version of Peter Parker. My end of the deal, was that I would accept being made this universe's Bride Totem, and therefore, I am bound to you. My standing as your Bride Totem is what compelled me to be as horny as I was."
Peter nodded, blinking to process this. "So, what, you're my mate now? Or, girlfriend or whatever?" That would make his love life SO much more complicated.
She shrugged, a devious smile on her face. "One of them." She giggled when his face visibly read as 'What the fuck did you just say?' "Yep, one of nine. But I better be number one. Or at least the first one fucked for every orgy. Either way is fine by me."
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Drax152
Drax152 I had no idea this chapter would be so long, but I don't know wtf I really expected.
Yes, Death will be FAR more invovlved in this story than Death has been involved in basically any story ever.
And yes, his shtick with Death will cause a tiny rift between him and Deadpool which they'll easily work out, but this version of Peter Parker is now an enemy to Thanos. And a big one. At least when the Purple Scrotum finds out.
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